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“You’re beautiful.” (BIANCA DEL RIO/ROY HAYLOCK X READER)

IN WHICH, Roy finds you struggling to put your jeans on.

I’m back with another Bianca short fic. I saw these pictures and immediately thought of a story, I just had to write it.

Trigger warnings: none.

Not proof read

You struggle trying to fit into your jeans. The same jeans you have been wearing since high-school.

Roy watched you jump around your bedroom, this was the first time this had happened and was causing you a lot of trouble.

Roy finally made his presence known by kissing his teeth and walking toward you with a worried expression on his face. "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

Looking up at him, he was topless and wearing a pair of joggers and socks. With sweat on your forehead, you shook your head as Roy wraps you in his embrace. "My jeans don't fit me anymore."

"That doesn't matter, my love." He knelt down to your level, taking your hands with his and leaving soft kisses on your knuckles. "Jeans shrink."

"Or maybe I'm just too fat." Being abruptly cut off from your boyfriend.

"Nonsense!" He almost couldn't believe what came out of you mouth, almost as if you insulted him. "You're not fat, don't ever think of yourself as that."

"These jeans were okay last week, maybe I shouldn't have eaten so much at the buffet." You continue to ramble. Roy sensed that this was putting a strain on you, he gestures you to stand up.

He carefully removes your jeans in accordance with his instruction and tosses them to the side before gazing up at you with sparkling eyes.

Between those large doe eyes, there were always words, something sacred. A language that only the two of you can understand.

He whispered, "You're beautiful, Y/N," and his hands ran up your thighs. He gave you a second look before kissing your right leg and the other one shortly after.

His lips left a sensation, a feeling that only he could affect.

"I love you." He said with such care, traveling his mouth upwards and trailing them underneath the lining of your underwear. "You're the most breathtaking being I've ever laid my eyes upon."

As he looked up at you with such mercy, you let out a chuckle and placed your hand just on his right cheek. You're lying." 

"When have I ever lied to you?" He puts his hand on top of mine, leaning onto my palm.

"Not even Ryan Reynolds?" You asked, he shook his head and kisses your palm.

"Don't be too cocky, darling." He says, making you lightly nudge him with your foot. He laughs, you laughed with him.

The insignificant things he does make you want to  fall in love with him all over again.

"I'm just kidding. You are beyond anything Ryan Reynolds can match." He slowly rises from the floor, holding the sides of your shirt before lifting them up slightly.

You raised your arms to make access easier, giving his actions your consent. Roy looks you up and down with his mouth slightly agape. "I still can't get over how good you look."

"We've been dating for 6 years, love." With a cheesy smile trying to get on your lips, you reminded.

"Doesn't mean I can't appreciate you." He shook his head and pulled you in closer, rubbing circles on your hips. He gave you a beaming smile as you felt your noses rub against one another.

His teeth were so perfect, you are always left speechless whenever he does. He'd even have to shake you back to reality at times, you loved his smile that much.

"You're so beautiful." He wanders along your waist's faded stretch marks.

"Stop." You say, feeling your face get hotter from everything he was doing. "You're making me embarrassed."

"You shouldn't be." He responded quickly, giving a peck on my lips before he knelt down lightly to leave kisses on your shoulders.

His hands roamed around your body, softly running his fingers through the soft fabric of your bra. "Your legs, waist, tummy, breasts..."

With that word, you hear your hook clasp open.  "...Is everything a man could ask for." He whispered.

A smirk dancing on your boyfriend's face, you were quick to catch the bra, placing your arms around your chest.

The cold air hits your body, immediately getting replaced by Roy's fleeting touches. He was so gentle, he holds you as if you were a vase.

Not once letting a scratch on you.

"Have I made you nervous?" He asked, his breath hitting you ear causing chills to run over your body. You hesitantly nodded, an amused smile plastered on his face as he places a finger underneath your chin. "We've been dating for 6 years."

He mocks you, blushing at his words he leaves a kiss on your forehead, signaling you to look up at his hazel eyes.

"What are you doing?" You ask, your face flustered as you nibble on your lip. He smiles brightly, running his thumb on your bottom lip before getting a hold of both your arms.

He slowly pulled your arms away from your bra and separated them. As it slowly fell off your shoulders, he watched as your fully round breast broke free, causing you to shiver once more.

You looked down, blushing at what he's doing. He kisses his teeth, bringing your face up.

"Look at me." You respond with a nod. He gave your boobs a light squeeze, which made you yell, and you could feel his hand riding up your waist.  "You're so beautiful, I don't know why you're with me," a chuckle left his lips.

"You say that as if it's a bad thing. You're more than enough for me." You assure, he was so good at showing you affection you'd sometimes forget to do it in return. "I should be the one asking why you're still with me. I could barely get through a week without you having to comfort me with something.

He laughs at that, cupping your face and pulling you closer. "You're perfect. Perfect to me." Your breast pressed against his upper stomach, his warmth comforting you.

"You think so?" You asked, ecstatic over his words.

"I believe that we both deserve each other, "He gives your cheek a light squeeze as he pecks at your lips. "However, that does not mean that I will not devote the remainder of my life showing my love for you.'

"When did you become such a romantic?" You asked, letting him lean your foreheads together.

"Since the day I met you, my love." He says, cheekily letting his hands roam around your body. He loved doing that, he loved memorizing you.

He was intimately familiar with each and every mole, stretch mark, and scar you had in your body.

"Have I told you that you looked beautiful today?" He asked, which made you laugh.

"Yes, a number of times." He smiles and kisses your temple.

"I don't tell you enough then."

You were so in love with Roy. Everything about you and him just made sense, like two magnets that were bound to stick together.

He was your rock, your moon and stars. Not a day goes by without him, and he'll be in your life for the rest of it.

"How did I get so lucky?" You breathe out by accident, Roy catching your eyes and kissing you once again.

"How did I get so lucky?" He asked himself as well, leaning down to leave yet another kiss. It's absurd at how silly you get when he kisses you, like you're being lifted 5 feet in the air.

"You're beautiful, Y/N." He says again, for the 6th time today.

And you feel beautiful whenever he looks at you, you really do.

"I love you, Roy." Simplest words yet held so much power, it's what kept you to tied for the longest. "I'm falling in love with you everyday."

"As I am with you." He pulls away, walking towards the bathroom and exiting not long after. He walks towards his side of the closet, grabbing a pair of joggers and a shirt. "Here. Wear this."

He settles them on the foot of the bed, holding my hand as he lead us outside of the bathroom.

"I love wearing your clothes." You admit. "They make me feel like you're hugging me all the time."

"Don't I already do that?" Roy asked, raising his brows as he took a tanktop from his dresser, putting them on and pulling you closer to him.

It's hard to keep the two of you separate, you learned that the hard way. "I meant when you're out on tour, I use to sleep in our closet just to smell you."

"I must make up for lost time then." He pecks your lips before pulling away and grabbing your jeans. "I ran you a bath, keep yourself relaxed and I'll be right there to join you."

Looking through the slightly crooked door, your heart warmed at the lit candles and rose petals floating just above the water.

"Thank you." You tiptoed to kiss him passionately on the lips, which he gladly reciprocated. Sensing that we were getting lost on track he pulled away.

"As much as I'd love to do that right now, you need to relax." He says, looking towards the bathroom.

"Why don't you come with me?" Your arms were wrapped around his neck.

"I will, but I'm gonna need you to just sit there and look pretty, mkay?" He points at the tub "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll have to fix these first please." He raised your jeans, giving you one last peck before leaving.

A smile was on your face as he exits the bedroom and wandered off to his office, the same place where he sews his dresses and clothes.

"I love you!" He yelled. A laugh escaping your lips as you got in the tub.

You really were the luckiest woman alive.

[embeehatesbee]

Nothing could have prepared me for this. (BIANCA DEL RIO X READER/ROY HAYLOCK X READER)

This is purely fan fiction! I respect Bianca/Roy with all my heart and support him with every fiber of my being. I wrote this after his season and I fell in love with him immediately, a little fantasy with the queen behind the shade.

2.8K words, not proof read. So when you see a mistake, feel free to correct me.

WARNINGS: a sad attempt with angst and shitty writing.

Nothing could have ever prepared me for this.

I never knew I would be this attracted to one person; let alone a drag queen in their late 30s. But here I was sitting in one of Bianca's many gigs.

She was far more busy now. Everything she had been working hard for the past decade was finally answered, although it did meant she had a tighter schedule.

Like it wasn't already tight before.

But it didn't matter, whether she'd be at New Orleans or New York, I was her home.

Every evening seemed to go the same.

Men in front tried to catch her attention, flirt with her and sometimes she'd flirt back. I won't lie that made my insides churn and that a sudden urge to stab someone were strong at those times, but I knew it was her job.

She'll be cheered on by her fans and she'd insult them one by one. It was fun watching her, like insults just come naturally on her mind.

Little did they know how sweet she could be behind the curtains. Once the facade fades and Bianca was just Roy.

Roy was soft, he loved staying in and eating KFC, watching reruns of Judge Judy in the small of my apartment.

He was a drag queen but a couch potato at heart, we would laze around my couch during his day offs, read a book or take a nap.

Even if he flirted with a million men, I've always kept myself sane. Knowing well that in the end of the day, it was our apartment he'd come home to everyday.

We don't interact when he's in drag. I adored him when he was Bianca, she was gorgeous in every way. Flawless and breathtaking.

He made sure to make my presence known though. He'd scan the room, concentrated until his eyes would land on me, he'd give me a smile. That dimpled smile I've grown to fall in love with.

Every after his show, when people weren't swarming around him and giving him their numbers, we'd walk hand in hand to his Buick.

For a queen, he always wanted things simple.

"I always think of you as my kindred spirit." He said, we were on our couch, his hands intertwined with mine as he fiddles with my fingers. "You're the best friend anyone could ever ask for."

He always knew how to make my heart full and break in just a second. What's worse was that it wasn't even his fault.

He was gay, he made that clear since our first interaction when I thought he was hitting on me.

"You're the love of my life." He says, chuckling. "Don't tell anyone I told you that, I'd die if they think I had a soft side."

I let out a snicker, keeping his words at mind. It was always platonic when it came to him, he could say the most romantic words and somehow made me feel in the friendzone.

"No one would ever believe me." I say, giggling against his chest. Hearing the thump of his heartbeat against my ear.

"They would never." He confirmed, looking down to connect our eyes. His brown doe eyes, his eyelashes, his dimples, everything about him was captivating. "But you do, right?"

I do. I do believe him when he says those sweet words, although not in the way I hoped for.

What I had always hoped for.

"Of course." I smile, our face were so close you would think we were about to kiss. I look down on his lips, letting out a sigh before speaking.

"You are the love of my life."

I don't know what happened next but his eyes froze, looking at me like he had seen a ghost. His smile turned to a frown, standing up and pushing me aside.

He struggles to pick up Bianca's things on the floor, her wig, her dress, everything.

Flabbergasted and confused, I lean over the couch, looking at him with a confused stare. "What are you doing?"

"I need to go." He says, not even batting an eye at my direction.

Still confused, I stood up. Leaning to help him pick up her things, thinking that he probably forgot to turn off the stove at his apartment.

"Are you okay? Let me come with you." I say, concerned at his sudden uneasiness.

"No, stay here." He said, his voice was different, shaken up.

I tried to piece one and one together, trying desperately to figure out what was going on. I eye him down, watching him pack like he was being chased.

"Okay, Roy. Stop." I walk up to him, grabbing the makeup box on his hand. "What the hell is going on?" I bit.

"Please, Y/N. You know damn well what is going on." He spat back, trying to grab the box off me, in which I pulled back further.

He was taller than me, so it's no question he was towering over me. Looking down at me with faint glitters on his face, his doe eyes were now drenched with tears that refused to slip his eyelids.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I crunch my brows, looking up at him as I feel his breath hitting my face.

"How long?" He asked.

"How long what? Can you just cut the bullshit and tell me what the hell is going on?" Frustration was growing in me.

We've had arguments. A handful of them in the past, mostly regarding who lost whose keys, or who was going to pick up the groceries.

This one was different, it was serious. Then fear crept up to me, the fear of losing him.

He scoffs, walking to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. With a sigh, he laid his palms flat on the counter separating the two of us.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N." He spoke, low enough for me to hear. "How long?"

I searched his eyes, getting an idea on what he was referring to.

He wouldn't know, does he? He couldn't.

I've been hiding it for years, there's no way he was figuring it out now. That would be absurd.

With a gulp, I shook my head. "I have no idea what you're talking about." I paused.

With his tongue poking his cheek, he furrowed his brows and lets out a chuckle. He wasn't amused, nor did he think this was funny.

Actually! He does. He was laughing at himself for not seeing it sooner, no one could ever look at a friend the way his best friend would looked at him.

"I can't believe I didn't see this sooner." He spoke to himself, placing a hand on his forehead as he began pacing in our kitchen.

My eyes followed him carefully, cautiously waiting for his next outburst.

"It's not like we did anything for this to brew up the way it did." I shut my eyes, knowing where this was leading to.

"2 years." I whisper, so quiet that I hoped he didn't hear it. I knew he heard me, from the way he was staring blankly in the corner, refusing to meet my gaze.

He was quiet, the atmosphere was still. It was so tensed, I wanted to rip right through it and vanish.

"I love you, Roy." I broke the silence, almost like a prayer. "So much that I kept it for 2 years. And I will continue doing so, even if it means keeping it for another two."

"I don't know where we go from here, Y/N." He lets out, defeated.

"I don't care if you feel the same, I knew what I was getting into from the day we met." I leaned over the counter, trying to reach for his hands. He looked down hesitantly before attaching his long fingers with mine. "You don't have to acknowledge it, hell you don't even have to love me, just stay."

He shook his head. "It's not that easy."

"What do you mean?" I let out a cry, laughing while at it. "We can just go on like nothing ever happened."

"Something did happen, Y/N. For 2 years, without my knowledge." He lets go of my hands. "It may be easy for you to process but this is way too much for me. I cannot give you what you want me to give you."

"I'm not asking you to give me anything." I defend. "It's not like I'm asking you to love me back."

Coming out of my mouth, I knew that was a lie. I could get on my knees, beg for him to love me, but I will not risk it. Not ever.

"That's not how it works." His short responses was sending me in orbit.

"This doesn't have to work into anything. I love you, big deal!" My hands were in the air, waving around like some crazy person.

I walk around the counter, facing him once again as he looks down at me with his prying eyes.

"I don't need you to love me back." As soon as those words came out, it broke me. He doesn't have to love me back, right?

He frowns, cupping my face on his soft hands. "You're hurting."

"It'll pass." I say, watching him wipe the singular tear that fell on my cheek.

He shook his head then walks out to the living room again, grabbing his suitcase from his trip, along with Bianca's things that he had used tonight.

I looked at him, my heart breaking piece by piece with every step he made. He grabbed his makeup box from me, which I refused to let go of.

He shuts his eyes, letting me lean onto his chest one last time. Dropping his suitcase to engulf me in a hug, it was obvious that both our tears had now fallen.

"I love you." I spoke, desperately holding onto what's left in this relationship. If there was still something in this relationship.

"I love you too." He says, which only made my chest hurt more. He didn't mean it the way I wanted it to. "Let me go, Y/N."

Gripping onto his shirt tighter, I refused to do as he says. "Don't go."

"I—We need space." He chokes.

"We don't." Stubbornly, I stood my ground.

"I don't want to hurt you." He says, pushing me lightly. This was hurting just as much as it was hurting me.

"Please." I begged, looking up at him. His tears falling on the side of his cheeks and onto mine, his fingers immediately caught my tears and wiped them off. "Please."

"You're making this difficult." He began pushing me harder. After some time fighting, he had managed to push me off him.

I stood there like a hot mess. Watching Roy walk towards the door, he turns to look at me.

If my heart wasn't as broken as it is now, the sight of his eyeliner slightly smudged by his tears would have shot me down in a second.

"Are we okay?" I asked, one last time.

He smiled, trying his very best not to break down with me. "We will be."

And with a click of the door, the possibility of losing my best friend and the person that I loved that night broke me.

-

I didn't hear from him till the next weekend, he had been busy with his shows and even when he wasn't even needed, he found something to make him busy. He didn't tell me where he stayed for the past week, a part of me didn't want to know as well.

I knew Roy, he had a handful of hookups over the years. He promised to stop before his tour started and I was just worried maybe he was back to hooking up, not that it was my place to worry.

"You look like you're dying, sweetheart." He spoke, he was performing in one our regular bars. I looked at him at awe, I always loved it when she was in drag. He was beautiful, Bianca was beautiful.

"I've had better days." I respond, once he was in drag, he wasn't Roy. She was Bianca.

Bianca Del Rio, the comedic drag queen from New Orleans. 

"I'm sure you have." She says with a dimpled smile, looking towards the bartender and hollering at him. "Order whatever you want, I'll be back with you honey." 

Roy was in character, something he had to deal with in show business. Deep down I knew, he was still upset. I look at him, his eyes were unsure, confused, and scared. I did that to him.

Cutting our stare, he went back into character in a snap. I always wondered how he managed to do that, one of the many things that fascinates me about him. Bianca was the alter ego he always wanted to be, that he had slowly grown into becoming.

I loved that about him, seeing him confident with himself, everyone loving him for him. The love that I know not even I can give, and the thought that I could possibly rip that off him pained me. I didn't want to hurt him, it wasn't my fault I fell in love with him, right?

I watched him with pride and joy, his glow was blinding when he was Bianca. In all honesty, he glowed when he was just Roy, just as much as he glowed as Bianca. 

Then a sudden click entered my mind, like I had been snapped back to reality. There was no way I fitted in his life, not in the way I wanted to and thought I did, we were different. 

I couldn't live another two years hiding away, dodging his prying eyes and gawking at him from afar. I know I couldn't. I wasn't gonna let him deal with that as well.

"That's not how it works." I whispered, his words echoing on the back of my mind. And with a tear, I left a 10 dollar tip on the bottom of my glass.

Nothing could have prepared me for this.

Leaving the person that taught me how it really means to fall in love with someone, to fall in love with someone so much that you'd sacrifice your own happiness for their own. It was better this way, I think.

And with one final glance, I looked at her. Her eyes were already on mine, with a frown on his face, breaking into character immediately.

He knew me well enough to know what I was thinking.

"I love you." I mouthed before leaving his life forever.

Or was I?

As I hail for a taxi, I felt soft hands wrapping around my arm. Bianca towered over me, as Roy usually does, looking down at me with tears on her eyes. "You were going to leave?" 

"I can't keep hurting you." I whispered from under my breath, the cold November air hitting our skin. 

"I don't care if you are. It took me so long to realize how much you actually meant to me, I knew something was different about you." She spoke, letting his tears fall along with his eyeliner. "I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, I shouldn't have left you."

I shook my head, knowing damn well he didn't think this through. "Please be careful with what you say next."

He bit the inside of his cheek, looking around him as we were surrounded with the people from the pub. Watching as their favorite comedic drag queen show mercy upon me. A stupid young writer in NYC.

"I know you think I didn't think this through, but I did." He spoke. "I want to be with you, Y/N."

Simple words yet it held so much power over me, words that I've desperately wanted to hear for years. "Roy. . ."

"Before you say anything, I want you to make sure. We are going to face something and not a lot of people will accept us, this will be difficult Y/N." He pulled me closer. "I want to make sure you want to be with me, all of me."

"I was sure from the moment I saw you performing at that beatdown pub in New Orleans." I spoke, not bothering the dozen of people gawking at us. "You shined so much, I fell in love with Bianca the moment I saw her, as for Roy. . . I fell even harder. I got to know the two of you for 2 years, I fell in love with all of you in between. I'm sure, I know damn well I am." I say, letting his hands palm around my face with such care.

A bright smile on his face, a relieved sigh leaving his full red lips. He leaned down to kiss me, finally feeling his lips against mine. It was even better than I had imagined.

"You are the love of my life." He spoke in between the kiss and for the first time, it meant the way I wanted it to mean. A huge wave of butterflies engulfed in my stomach, I pulled him closer and made the kiss deeper.

An applause erupted from the crowd, cheering the two of us on. And once the kiss was over, I carefully wiped the smudges off his lips and chuckled. "I think you have a show to get to."

"Oh shit." He spun around to face the crowd. "Alright, shows over everyone. Get your asses back in the pub." He yelled, his obnoxious voice making the crowd roar in laughter. Slowly as they walked back to the pub, he turned and spun me around.

With a soft peck on my lips he grinned. "I'll see you later sugar."

Nothing could have prepared me for this. 

The love of my life was a drag queen and she sure as hell was a good one.